Sunday, May 26, 2013
What was that word? Oh,yeah. Crap.
"I really am losing it," he said.
I willed myself not to fall apart and concentrated on trying to make him feel better. I replied, "These things happen with age, Dad, you know? I have trouble sometimes, too. I'll be talking to someone and can't find the word I want to use no matter how hard I try."
He looked at me with big eyes. "You, too?"
"Me, too, Dad. And I know it's frustrating."
"It's crap," he said.
Yeah. It is.
I couldn't have said it better myself, Pop.